"Joy really wants to act..."
Fuck, thought Joy, as she settled into her cubicle at the Royal National Institute for the Deaf Message Relay Centre. Eight more hours relaying inane bullshit down a telephone line, she continued to self-commiserate, as she logged onto her TTY:...
"In a Hole in an Arse there lived a Fockit..."
In a Hole in an Arse there lived a Fockit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet Hole, filled with the ends of turds and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy Hole with nothing about it worth eating or...
"The end of Cunts"
ACT FIVE, SCENE ONEAnother three and a half years since the last flashback:it is now 2036,early summer,in a Victorian Grade II listed townhouse in Islington, London.“Friends and Fuckers! Welcome! Lick my pussy, all of you!” Hildegard was dressed in a...
"The triumph of Pleasure"
ACT FOUR, SCENE ONEa few days after our last chapter:Friday 21st May 2032,but very early in the morning, after a long night:The Corn Exchange, CambridgeWe will, we will FUCK YOU!chanted the crowd.We will, we will FUCK YOU!“What a night, eh?!”...
"What will Riley do now?"
ACT THREE, SCENE ONE“Well, you’ve got some fucking gall, turning up now, after all these years!” Riley spat the words out with contempt – but some indecision, which was evident in the way her accent wavered: part of her felt...
"Riley encounters a mysterious stranger."
ACT TWO, SCENE ONEFirst a brief orchestral prelude,and we’re back to the RAF again,where it is still Friday 16th July 2060,but later in the afternoon.“Cocks and cunts!” Dr Dick held centre stage again. “It is time for us to proceed...
"The salad days of Emma Jane Cuntslicker"
It was the best of times; it was the worst of times. It was the age of headiness, of ambition, of imagination. It was the epoch of desire, indulgence and Pleasure. So it was in the season when the Enlightenment...
"the next day..."
“Evenin’, guvnor. Wha’ can I do yer for?”“Bit delicate, mate. Missus’s not too ‘appy: me tool’s too big…”“Never known a lady to complain about that!”“Well, tight squeeze, see. I mean, she wants me to do ‘er… ya know… dirt passage…”“Eh?”“‘Er…...
"hommage to the two Ronnies"
“Lovely pair o’ knockers, eh?”“Yeah.”“Love ta cop a feel o’ them buns…”“Yeah…”“… give ‘er a good poke…”“Hehe, yeah.”“I mean, ‘oo wouldn’t want ter shove ‘is tool up ‘er box?”“Yeah, right.”“Makes me knob all big jus’ finkin’ abou’ it.”“Same ‘ere.”“All righ’,...
"A Bible story (Judg. 14-16, Ps. 98, Ps. 150)"
Went Samson down to the vineyards of Timnath: and, behold, a young lion roared against him. And the Spirit of the Lord came mightily upon him, and he rent him as he would have rent a kid.And after a time...